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.v. THE NEWS-RECORD, MAESIlXLL, NORTH CAROLINA ' The 6YNOPSI8. Mark Truttt declues to leave hla native town of Bethel u acek hl fortune. Hia sweetheart, Unity Martin, encourages him .In hla project. Simon Trultt tell nil eon that It long ha been hla dream to tea a . ateel plant at Bethel and asks htm to return and build it If he ever gete rich. Mark arrlv In the city and appliej to Thomaa Henley, head of the Qulnby Iron worke, for a Job and ia aent to the con atruction gang. He make a big aucceaa In that work and Henley promise him a batter Job.- - CHAPTER V. ' "' ' . Crossroads. ' ' It had been an unusually stubborn "hard-tap," requiring quick and heavy sledging to break out the hardened ire-clay and elag In the tap-hole. The slag that bad floated on the metal was now dripping Into the cinder pit, send ing up a shower of golden sparks. Roman Andzrejzski, melter In charge of' the furnace, - was watering the scorched, haggard face of his "second helper." Thai young man, leaning ( -with an air of exhaustion and discour agement on his Inverted sledge, was oughlng violently He had been Just three months In the-heat and toll the open-hearth furnacemen must endure . and an unnerving fear was upon him: ; that . his steadily waning strength would not hold out , "Vat lss It? Zlckf Roman spoke in the slow, careful fashion that was his habit when he need English. Mark shook his head. "Tuckered OUf "Tuckeredt out? Roman looked at him gravely. "You drink too much?" "I don't drink at all." "That lss goot MIneself," Roman explained naively, "I drink too much . "Unt that Ibs not goot- But always I haf been very strong. It lss the douple turn," he added. "It lss very hardt on the young. Later It gets not so hardt zometimes. Vare do you UfT '"With a Frenchman in Rose alley . Rose alley It stinks! It's too near the mills. I can't sleep for the noise, ' I'm tired and my bead aches all the " time." "For two, three days then you must not vork but sleep." - , Mark's red eyes darted angry sus picion at his chief. "I suppose you ' want my job for somebody else," be ... sneered. ' , ' "No. You are a goot vorker. -tint I like you." - ,- - - "All the same," Mark answered dog .. gedly; "1 quit when I have to not be fore." :-' ; -: -..'"i1 .' ' "You do ' not belief me." Roman . shrugged his big shoulders. "Vat do , ... you eat?" ' ' "Oh, soup and -brown bread and po . tatoes mostly. That's the trouble, I ... guess.".,1 ':': : " '"Hundert t'onsandt deflls! Zo little unt you vork here! You are Amerl . can, you must eat-Vy you not lif !. another place?" ; . ' , "The Frenches sort o think they're r friends. .They wouldn't understand. , "Zo? But here," Roman shrugged . his shoulders again, "it lss a man muet . be for himself. Ve vork now." They returned to their task. ' ; '- Even double turns have an end. The night shift came on at last At the trough fdr cooling tools Mark washed . away the grimy sweat that streamed down his face. Then he donned a dry ' shirt and a heavy overcoat Despite this covering his overheated body , shivered when the raw; early April wind struck him. . ' " ' "Valt!" And Roman was beside him, "I hat decltedt You come lif ';. : by my house.' v y & f vva i ' "1 guess not," Mark answered wear ily, "I guess you don't want me." - - "I haf decltedt" Roman repeated. "You haf been goot friendts to your ,- friendts you vlll bs to us also. I haf ; - a big house. It lss, still there; you shall sleep unt not.hear the mills. Unt ,. my Matka, sne lss goot cook. Unt 'l, xneppy you make friends vlt my Piotr. Hehass no American friendts." ' ; "You might get tired of me." . - 'Zq? Then vlll I tell you." said ", Roman simply. "Alio, you vlll tell 1 us, ven you get tiredt of us. . Unt yeu 111 not be chargedt too much. You S "vlll come?" ' . :, Mark hesitated, then laughed grim , ly. "Will I oome!" ' "Goot!" Roman laid a kindly hand on Mark's' shoulder. ; "Now vlll you . hellef me unt not vork till the coldt lss veil. You via com tomorrow?" . sAnd, the matter arranged, they part d for the night ' : . : Roman's house, big only by com , v pari son with three-room tenements, -; "was on s quiet street on one of the v city's seven hills. Mark was tucked away In a third-story room. Not even his fancy, less lively than in months agone but still fertile, could conceive the cheap bed and rocker, rag carpet , and unpalnted table as the trappings -of luxury. But it was clean and com V fortable, throBgh Its ' windows swept - the clean sir for which his country bred lungs .were starving and the mills were heard only as a subdued, not un mualcal rumble. - Also, Immeasurable boon! there was ia that house a bath v tut; t'a attendance upon it astonished even Kazia, who esteemed bathing more t'. -'.y than'dld the rest of Ro man's 1 hold. The tlAtkaa cook Ins, tr - ' fntsd by Kaz.'a's arts, fsa . 7!::., i 1 1 1 rsrrsa's rrotns sad C I f. I It.-'." , ' Ambiitidini By HENRY" RUSSELL MILLER '' 'J- Aathot of THE MAN HIGHER UP," "HI3 RISE TO POWERS Et (Copyright, 1813, by Tha For three days, hearkening to Ro man's counsel, be did nothing but sleep and eat His cold disappeared. His flagging strength revived. Then be gave himself anew to. the endless, narrow grind toll, eat, sleep and toil again. ' (-' - '.' Roman's house, it is true, contained more than comfortable beds and a bathtub, a fact to which Mark gave at first but scant attention. There was Roman himself, in the mills a precise, patient unflurrted workman, outside a good-natured, impulsive giant with a child's ungoverned appetite. There was Hanka, his wife, always called Matka mother a drab, shriveled lit tle woman who after twelve years In America had learned hardly a word of English. Piotr was a greedy, usually sullen boy of eighteen, still In high school, - always bent over his trouble some books.' He had a club foot and the heavy labor of the mills was not for him. ' "Piotr lss a goot toy." Roman con fided to Mark, "but he lss ashamedt that he lss Hunky. I am not ashamedt. He beliefs ven he lss smart, with his books he vlll be American. But," the father sighed, "Piotr lss not smart" Also, there was Kazl a. At. first Mark gave but passing no tice to the girl who moved so quietly Also, There Was Kazls. around the house, waiting on the Uble, sweeping and sewing. Having certain standards of beauty, he carelessly de cided that she had none of it What hopes Roman may have cher ished from the presence of a young American in bis home were not at once realized. ... : ... Even when Mark had regained much of his strength, the fear of physical collapse always hung over him. There was no night or morning when he did not return ready, after bathing and eating, to seek his bed. Even with all the rest he could get his former bodily freshness and eagerness never returned. ; ' r He did not mean to be selfish Sometimes at the end of a meal he caught Roman's ' wistful glance . and felt uncomfortably that he was fail ing in an obligation, But always he went straightway to his room and his precious sleep, adhering rigidly to his routine tolL eat sleep and toil again, hoarding bis strength as a mi ser hoards his gold. Had not Roman said, "A man must be for himself?' And always there floated before him a picture so sweetly pathetic as almost to invoke tears: Unity, the faithful Penelope, trustingly awaiting her ad venturing lord's return.' . . Thus the life fashioned him. It was no longer self-denial that he might earn gratification at another time, but self-control lest he go down in the melee. , .But one night he discovered Kazia the real Kaaia. T , CHAPTER VI. Melting Ore. A gentleman, who must pass down hi history as Mr. A, led to the dis covery; Mr. A, an oarsman who could propel his boat five miles an hour in still water, undertook to row twenty three miles up a river whose current ran two and one-half miles an hour, and back. The problem was: In how long did Mr. A accomplish this feat? " And upon Piotr fell the duty of find ing the solution. Piotr felt painfully Incompetent h " v";, '., : .. ,Na mllotc Bogal" when Piotr dropped back Into .Polish, deep emo tion was stirring. : ,' It was at the end of supper on a Sat urday night when 'the other shift worked and Mark's rested for twenty four hours. That day Henley, passing the furnaces, had spoken to him by name, leaving a glow that had not sub Sided, v "What's the matter, Piotr?" ; v : "I cant work this problem."' ' , "Let me see It" If we could but measure our Impulses! s ' 'Piotr looked up estoanded. "Do you know a!?ebrar A Ktt:" L'ark took up the bock : "Ha; -a I V.l-rsx? VTiy, tint's z," ( i . , : bf Mark Bobba-Merrui Company) , He sat down and quickly worked out the problem. Then he led Piotr slowly through the equations thrice, after which he let the boy begin on aided a stumbling Dut finally success ful pursuit of the elusive x. , , While Piotr was floundering, his new mentor felt some one behind him. He glanced around and caught Kazia, her arms fnll of unwashed dishes, look" Ing at him. The wonted indifference had; fled before a look of surprised interest Mark stared, incredulous; It seemed not the same face. But the new look vanished Instantly. He had a sense of bafflement as if he had come upon a rare picture just as a curtain was drawn. "Fine!" he exclaimed, clapping Piotr on the shoulder; he had not heard the last few equations. "Well make a scholar out of you yet, Pete." "Pete!"- The boy's homely face lighted up. "Kazia, did- you bear? He called me Pete." - ' "I like Piotr better," she said, with a Bhrug that Imperiled her burden. "Do you," Piotr turned again to Mark, "do you know Latin, too?" "Oh, s little!" Mark sought Kazia's face as this announcement of bis eru dition felL But Kazia was looking away. - , "And will you help me with that sometimes?" "Sure. Sometimes," Mark assented recklessly. But Piotr was Insatiable. "Every night?" "Well, no," said Mark, recovering caution. "Not every night I can't" "Of course not, Piotr," Kazia cut in. "He can't waste time on a stupid little Hunky." 1 "I'm not a Hunky," Piotr resented passionately, addressing Kazia but tor Mark's benefit "any. more'n you are. We are we were Poles. But we're Americans now. Why, I've almost forgotten how to talk Polish except to the Matka," he added con scientiously. "Will you help me tonight?" he re turned to Mark, with less assurance. "It's Caesar. And I am stupid,", hs sighed. Mark, though repenting his rash"' ness, could not well refuse. For an hour they listened while Caesar unc tuously told how he had taught the conquered Verclngetorix his place. But Kazia was not at any time pres ent during the lesson. At last, yawn lng mightily, Mark arose. He went up to his room, bearing Piotr's awk ward gratitude and followed, by a look of humble admiration it is prob ably well he did not perceive. ' But the Incident bad its sequel.; He found a light burning dimly in the narrow hallway before bis door, and coming out of his room Kazia -i was nxmg tilings, sbe ex claimed, indifferent as ever. "Thank you, Kazia" The room, as he remembered It, had been In perfect order. He stood aside to let her pass She took one step and then stopped abruptly, looking up at him with sud denly hostile eyes. : ' i 'What" she demanded, "did you come here for?" y.-.r-' He smiled the smile of age for a naughty but amusing child; "Because your father asked me, I guess." "But you know Latin and algebra and things." - :r:i "Why, what's that got to do with it Kazia?" ' v -jr-; "We don't We're just mill-workers and' Hunkies." i.. ; ' He was not Schooled in the reading of , voices, but he caught bitterness there. He looked at ber more intent ly and more kindly, i "What" she repeated resentfully, "did you come here for?. You don't like us. You won'fhave anything to do with us. You eat then go up to your room and stay there.- We thought you were coming to be friends with Piotr" an almost imperceptible pause "and me." "I come up to sleep, Kazia. You see, I was, pretty near on my last legs when I came here and I need all the rest 1 can get I'm not used to work In- the mills and I guess I'm vnot so strong -as I look. ; r- ItT I'm going to get ahead, I've got to do It while I can stand the work. Besides I didn't think yon cared whether ! liked you or not" "I don't" she declared, with a little uptilting of her chin; it was a beauti fully molded feature. : Thd movement called his eyes to the slender yet strong and rounded throat He won dered that these beauties had escaped his notice. "I don't But Piotr snd Uncle Roman do. . " -,,. "Uncle Roman?" was ths first Urns he had heard the phrase "I thought he was your father. Kazia." "No. I I have no father. - "Oh!" He assumed a bereavement On a sudden pitying impulse he put out his hand and laid it on her bare forearm; the flesh was smooth and firm. 'That's too bad, Kazia" , And then, most unexpectedly, ths curtain was drawn aside for him. . . "I won't be pitied!! With the cry fell away the Kazia he had known, as did Cinderella's tatters. In her place stood a girl who seemed taller, whose head was held in S fashion peculiar, in' bis books, to very proud and fine ladles. Her eyes blazed defiance.. She S3&tct-1 fear arm away. "Here they're Traitfc all ashamed. But I ain't ashamed. I won't have you pity me." , This was mystery. But he did not press her for an explanation. He was more Interested in another phenom enon. "Do you know you're mighty good looking, Kazia?" The angry crimson deepened. "You're laughing at me. "You're" "But I'm not laughing." He caught her arm again, gently. "I'm only sur prised. I didn't think you were. But you are when you're Interested or mad. Only please don't be mad, be cause" What was this unconsidered thing he was saying? The words ran on "Because I want to be friends with you. . Don't you want me to stay?" For a silent moment she looked at him strangely. ' "Yes." She turned abruptly and left him, descending the stairs without so much as a lance backward. For a full minute he stood looking at the place where she bad been. Then he drew a long sighing breath. t "She's a queer one." he muttered. - When he awoke, the late morning sunshine filled his room. But the eager expectancy pervading him, as If some long planned holiday had dawned, was more than a reflection of this outer radiance. He bathed and dressed carefully. And for the first time be perceived that his clothes, relic of Bethel days, lacked something when judged by city standards. He frowned at the image In the cheap mlrrdr. v : "I must buy a new suit" he mut tered. ' When be went downstaiu he found Kazia bending over a window box In the dining room, where thvee scarlet geraniums flamed. She heard his ap proach and turned slowly. ... No deceptive half-light but the full glory of spring sunshine, was upon her. She was indifferent as ever. But the trans formation' held. "Oh! Hullo!" "Hello!" she said quietly, and moved away toward the kitchen. "Kazia" , She paused inquiringly. , ; "Er " ,he floundered. "It's a Una morning." "Yes," she said. His remark, he felt, hardly justified her detention. He groped' about for a more; fertile topic. "Fine geraniums you've got there, Kazia." "Yes.'. "My goodness!" he laughed. "Is 'yes' all you can say? Don't Vou re member we agreed to be friends?" "I said I wanted you to stay," she corrected without enthusiasm. "I'll get your breakfast." This time she ac complished her escape. He sat at the table, loftily amused. Probably thus he considered her un responsiveness the poor thing still doubted bis sincerity. And she had reason, beyond question; on the whole he had been selfish In his rigid seclu sion. He must repair that. Kazia, bearing his breakfast Inter rupted his musings. He surveyed ap- "Kszra," He Announced Boldy, "We're ' Going Walking In ths Park." provlngly the dishes she set before him." r "You're a fine -cook, Kazia. Now don't" he protested humorously, "say yes.'" - - - . UnsmlUngly she- Ignored both the compliment and the jest "Will that bealir "Well, no." , "What else?- . , "Yon might" he smiled, "sit down and bs friendly." "I've got to work." "It seems," he complained, "you're always working." She vhrugged her shoulders. That s what I'm for." And she left him. . ' . He frowned. It might have been raining on his holiday. , He was able, nevertheless, to make a substantial breakfast. " f : : .. : - Back in his room; which she bad set in order whilu he ate, he formally and finally dismissed Kazia from his mind and heaa his weekly letter to Unitv. At the end of, an. hour "My darling" stared at him from an otherwise empty page, and he was glowering out into the sunlit streets and wondering why Kazia wanted him to stay, why ber indifference of the morning and why his disappointment. : A youth and his sweetheart strolled by, below him. The sight, the muslo of their laughter, aggravated his rest lessness and gave him an idea , "That's It, exactly, I will go down and get Kazia and take a walk In the park. Poor girl! I expect she needs company, too." He iound her In the dining room and already attired for holiday saun tering. A ladies' seminary graduate might have been stirred to criticism of the cheap white dress and coarse straw bat with its single blue ribbon; he was no$. We may doubt that be saw them at all, for her eyes were dancing and her lips smiling mischiev ously at Piotr, who sat In one corner, nursing . his club foot and glaring fiercely at her. She could be gay, then. But the smile disappeared upon his entrance. Nevertheless, "Kazia," he announced boldly, "we're going walk ing in tbe park." "Are we?" ' . "Well, aren't we?" He modified his sultanesque air a little. "I'd like you to come." "No." "She's going with Jim Whiting," Piotr explained grumpily. "He's her fellow." 4 "Oh!" Mark blinked stupidly. Evi dently other youths had discovered her. It was strangely disturbing. He recovered himself, grinning wry ly. "Serves me right' I took too much for granted, didn't I? I'm sorry." "I'll go with you," Piotr volunteered promptly. , ' "Oh, all right Come along, Piotr." "Pet" " corrected Piotr. "In a min ute." So, though not as he had planned, Mark sallied forth into the golden aft ernoon. Piotr, anxious to impress this wonderful1 boarder whose learning made light of the difficulties of Messrs. A, B and C.and defied the Intricacies of the subjunctive, talked, at ,flrst shyly, then more freely, mostly of him self, this being one of the two sub jects in which he was deeply inter ested. Mark let him ramble on and listened to his own thoughts, which chiefly concerned Kazia He ruefully wished that he had not been so ready to assume her assent Piotr's ambition, the monologue de veloped, soared high; it Included no table achievements as a labor leader, although his notions of the historic conflict were a little vague. As they passed the mouth of a lit tle dell they were halted by this tab leau: Kazia leaning against a tree and Jim Whiting at her feet tying the thoe-lace that had come loose. He was unconscionably long about It Mark thought He must have said some thing, for she laughed, a clear ringing note. The kneeling gallant arose. Mark saw a man two or three years his senior, not ill-looking despite his too heavy lips and loose jaw and "sporty" clothes. Mark disliked him at once Whiting took Kazia's arm and led her slowly along the delL "Pslakrew!' muttered Piotr, In the Pole's deadly Insult , The homely . face was pale, con vulsed with hate and a real suffering. Even Mark, self-absorbed, could see that. . He patted the boy on the shoul der. ,.; . "Never mind, Pete. She can't think much of him." "He's not fit for her," Piotr cried. "Right!" Mark agreed firmly. Piotr went .further. "Nobody's fit for her." "Kazia's a mighty nice girl," Mark declared, less sweeplngly. , "Yes, she's nice. And she's smart, too, smarter'n me. She's smart as you." Piotr looked up fiercely, as If expect ing contradiction. "Sure, she is! But I'm afraid," very casually, this, "she doesn't like me very well." Piotr jumpedat the bait "She thinks you're stuck-up and selfish," he explained. "And she's always afraid everybody, 'cept Jim Whiting. '11 look down on her because her mother" Piotr flushed "wasn't married." So that was the reason for her out burst of the night before. Poor Kazia! Mark had not needed to go out of vir tuous Bethel to learn the lot of Hagars children. "Do you look down on her?" Piotr demanded aggressively. "Of course not! And you needn't be ashamed of her, either It isn't her fault Is it? I don't like." Mark said slowly, "to see her with that Whiting. 1 wish I wish she liked me a little better." He did not see the startled ques tioning look Piotr gave him. "Kazia," asserted the boy. "never changes. I'm going home."- ' They strolled homeward, each mood ily silent , . Despite the comfortable . quarters and nourishing food, now his strength lagged painfully; his scorched face be came haggard. - And (each morning he dragged himself wearily homeward, blind to the day's beauty. But he did not forget Kazia. - ? Always a leech-like Piotr awaited his return, witk problems to be solved and paragraphs to be construed. Nor did he wait in vain.. Every morning Mark patiently sacrificed an hour of the needed sleep on the altar of the boy's rare stupidity. He did not look to Piotr's gratitude for his reward. The direct charge into the mouth of the enemy's cannon is spectacular and heroic, but the great strategists have relied upon the movement in flank. On Friday Mark came within sight of the coveted position. - "There's three problems snd a whole pags of Indirect disossns," ths scholar , announced. Hs added ths sompla&X "You're late," "All right," Mark sighed. " "Brln em out."-, ; r' r -. " . - Then ' Kacla spoke her protest "Piotr, can't you see he's tired f "But I can't do 'em." ; Piotr became sulky at once. "And l haven't failed once this week" ' , "Piotr, you'rs a greedy Hunky pig. Don't you do It she turned to Mark. "Sunday's the double turn." Was this tbe olive branch? Noth ing then cpuld have persuaded him to give up the hour with Piotr. But he saw an opening; he unllmbered a big gun and sent one shell screaming toward her camp. "You," he said with crushing dignity, "will be walking In the park and wco'f care. Piotr, we'rs losing time." She turned awa o quickly that hs could not judge his marksmanship. The lesson began and lasted until Piotr rushed off to school ' The double turn came and was duly endured, as are most of life's dreaded trials when they actually present themselves. But even Roman showed the effects of the long strain. When he reached home he began at once to drown his fatigue in huge potations. Mark went to his room. There a surprise awaited him: clean clothes, neatly laid out also Kazia, who had just completed this kindly service. . i "I thought you'd like to clean up before supper," she explained with a new diffidence. "Thank you. Kazia You always think of the right things." "No, not always." She moved toward the door anx ious to avoid him, as usual, he thought But he had no spirit for the siege just then. He dropped Into the chair, bury ing his throbbing head in his handa . He supposed that she had gone. But she had not gone. She stood uncertain in the doorway, watching ths tired dejected figure he made. "Not always," Bhe repeated. Ths ready color mounted. "Sometimes I'm cranky when I don't want to be." He glanced up, bewildered by this sudden striking of colors. "You look awful tired," she went on hurriedly. He nodded stupidly, trying to grasp the fact that for once she was neither hostile nor indifferent "It's tbe heat" "It'll be worse In summer. It hurts even Uncle Roman then. You can't stand it" He roused himself. "Yes, I can stand it because I will." Richard Courtney would have detected a new firmness In the line of the grimly shot mouth. "Several thousand men stand It" "I hope so," she answered gravely. "When you say It that way, yoa make tne think you can." J "I say it to make myself think so, I guess." He, laughed shortly. Then he observed that she was wearing her white dress; ' ths reason, of course, was obvious. "Was It a nice walk today T 'J "I didn't go." . .1 t "Oh!" He leaned forward, ver eagerly for an exhausted man. "Kazia, do you still think I'm stuck-up and selfish?" - i She shook her head slowly. "You've been so nice to Piotr this week, when you've been so tired." "Kazia" Before that honest gaze he, too, had to be honest "Kazia. I did It to make you think that But It .was to help him you wanted me to stay, wasn't It?" . 1 ' "No, it wasn't" jj " 1 7 ; "Then why r ; V A ' Her eyes looked unwaveringly into bis. "I don't know," she said slowly. "Because you're different, I guess. Yon know things. You " .A queer little ' frown of puzzlement furrowed the pretty brow as she groped for ths words. She sighed Impatiently, for the groping was fruitless. "You're Just different I thought I could learn something from you mebby." : "Will you go walking with me next Sunday, Kazia?" , "Yes," she said very gravely.' ? "Kazia," he pleaded whimsically, "you even laugh , for ' others-!-some" ; times. Don't you think you might smile for me this once, anyhow?" , ; A smile, quivered on her Hps and was gone. But for a breath she lin gered, her questioning eyes still upon him. , . . .. ..y .: - ' i , ' . CHAPTER VII. Solder and Maid. He sat a little apart from her, that he might seti her the better. It had been a delicious game, spinning non- sense to lure her forth from the grave reticent mood upon her that Sabbath afternoon and then letting, her lapse into gravity and silence once more. He had found a surprising skill for it; he could ji&y upon her and ellciP just the note he desired. It had been " so, ever since she had so unexpectedly laid down ber hostility. But he was) not quite sure which of ths, two Kaxlaa) he liked the better her of ths clear tinging laugh with its hint of darlngf or the subdued pensive maid whose eyes wistfully sought ths horizon. . . The softer mood was upon her thest, . Sh9 sat chin cupped in both hands gazing out over the undulating sorts of close-cropped greensward. 'You like ttr he queried. .. She nodded. . ' "Huh!" hs boasted. "You ought t see the hills up in Bethel They dont look like they'd just been to the bas her's. And you can always smell flow ers somewhere." He sniffed remlnls cently. "And ths woods! You'd llks them. , The trees are real trees, bU fellows that have been there more'a ., a hundred years. Yon can get lost there."-;-1- ..." ;. ' "You. could leavs that! Why?" "To make money," he respond , crassly. "'. v "I wouldn't leave tt for money." , ' (TO EE CONTOJCEaj -; ' , '
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